He still hadn't sat down. Fair enough - after a long drive, sometimes, sitting could feel like a punishment. But he'd fessed up, and that would have to suffice. The mayor smirked at his reply in acknowledgment but was more interested in the shop talk that was developing. "I have an affinity for history myself," she affirmed with a smile.
"If only everything did."
She quirked an eyebrow. He was a cynic, wasn't he? "I enjoy the superfluous from time to time, don't you?" Or maybe he'd had a target in mind for his obvious jab. She made a note to look out for snarky specifics in the future. "It is mine - I redid this whole area so it would be more comfortable and functional as an office. Will has his own office nearby, there's the waiting area, a little lounge. I want visitors and staff to feel at home. The kids have their own public room down the hall - and their own snack area because they kept taking all the Toblerone." As for a tour... "I can have Will show you some of the public areas this afternoon if you'd like. I have a few more meetings today, but I could show you a more in-depth look behind the curtains on your next visit, maybe?"
She then slid a small wooden box in the shape of a skull across the desk toward where Nathaniel still stood. "Or you could roll for it. With advantage, seeing as you're proficient in history." Inside the box he'd find a set of stone polyhedral dice, etched with runic numbers and gold paint.